French Affair. Desire. Zeneszám

Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, and try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel when I need your hand
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt
you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to love
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Jan Wayne's gonna move yaaaaaaa
Have I a doubt, when I'm alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel, under your command
Take my hand, and the sun resets
They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt
you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to love
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to love
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to love
Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us

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